The Price Of Their Cruel Deceit

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und it seemed to suck the very air from the room. A primal terror, cold and sharp, se

t, the words tasting of blood and fea

grabbed a heavy crystal vase-a gift from Angus-and smashed it on the f

f the larger, jagged pieces. "Do you have any idea what we've been through? Eating rotten f

hand while the other brought the sharp glass t

he glass in

, my tongue, the inside of my cheeks. A wave of nausea rose in my throat, but I co

e, to push him away, but it was like moving

came down hard on my outstretched hand, pinning it to the floor.

d by the glass and the blood. Tears streamed down my fac

m satisfaction on his face. He spat on the floor

But then, my gaze fell on Chelsey. She was slowly, deliberately, moving her foot

ctic blast of dread, froze

ngled, bloody whisper.

d forgotten. I wrapped my fingers around her slender ankle, my grip

shed conversations with specialists who all said the same thing: Angus's accident had left his chances of fathering a child at nearly zero. This preg

led in disgust. "Look at you. Like a bi

hand on his trousers. "I don't want anyone finding out a White gave bir

xplicit. The inte

rid o

dribbled from my chin, mixing with the debris on the floor. I tried to speak,

pit out the shards of glass. The relief was instant

ring from my raw throat. "The b

s mocking smirk, my heart sinking with each beat. "I

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